Read Dave's memory of Christmas from when he was 4 years-old.
Everything in this picture is a story. This was Christmas morning when I was probably four years old. The stuffed tiger I'm holding was my birthday present just a few months before. I actually found it while looking in my mom's closet before my birthday and my mom fibbed and told me it was for my cousin. I carried that thing everywhere.
My brother and my sister's glasses? Yeah, glasses like that were a form of child abuse back then, making even cute kids look like crap.
The big TV behind us? Nope, it didn't work. When we got a small one that did work, we put it on top of the big TV, just like in Jeff Foxworthy's "You Know You're a Redneck If..."
The green chair my sister is sitting by was the first new furniture my mom and dad could afford for years. I remember they brought it home, took the plastic wrap off of it and they were so proud of it. Then they went into the kitchen to make lunch and I sat it in and chewed big holes in the arms of it before they could even sit in it for the first time. I didn't even get in trouble for it. I think they were just bummed that the first new piece of furniture they bought in years now had bites taken out of it.
On the floor in front of me was a clock that my grandma gave me that helped you learn how to tell time. I loved it and I wish I still had it.
The green truck?
That was my big present that year. And I still have it.